jueves, 20 de noviembre de 2008

F R I E N D S H I P

We have developed a good relationship during six semeters. I think we have improve our each other's understanding. I really enjoyed your friendship and I wish we finish this bachellor together next November. I want to share a poem I find this night...

When we first talked to each otherI knew we would always be friends.Our friendship has kept on growingAnd I'll be here for you to the end.

You listen when I have a problemAnd help dry the tears from my face.You take away my sorrowAnd put happiness in its place.We can't forget the fun we've hadLaughing 'til our faces turn blue.Talking of things only we find funnyPeople think we're insane-If they only knew!I guess this is my way of saying thanksFor catching me when I fall.Thanks once again for being such a good friendAnd being here with me through it all.

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The black box

With the TV, communication has become cheaper, quicker, and more efficient

HANDS

The other day I was busy doing lots of little things,And I looked at my two hands working so well,How many nerves does it take that any action bringsTo hold, to grip, use a keyboard? It is hard to tell.I give very little thought to these great appendagesThat do so many things at my thoughtless bidding.Has everyone throughout man’s countless agesJust used them, without any great thanks giving?The best way to thank God above for this giftIs to do worthwhile things, work hard for a living,Offer them in friendship, give a weary soul a lift,Clasp them reverently in prayer every evening.Hands are so useful when they do good, kindly deeds,But hands that do evil and beckon people astrayAre hands that are ashamed, for a hand needsA loving heart, to help many others each day.I pray that my hands will serve others and workHard all my days, hands that speak kindnessIn every action they make, hands that never shirk,Hands doing the Master’s will, hands that bless.I am so glad that I have hands that can moveAnd help those who are not so abundantly blessed,I hope my hands actions will always want to proveThat God is my maker and they serve Him the best.M Ann Margetson